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How to Read the Tarot
Begin by brewing a cup of tea,
a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile,
this is after all, your future.
A reading at the dark of the moon is best,
before the night creatures crawl
and bad humours fill the air.
Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif,
and no reversals.
Hold a question in your heart,
shuffle the cards and place them on the table.
Choose only two.
Like the ancient Israelites,
these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm,
black and white, yes or no.
Isn't that all you were asking?
My slouching toward Buddhahood
has not been going well.
I keep dropping f-bombs
and telling people to go to hell.
I downloaded a meditation
to help me with all of this.
My mantra now is screw it all
who on earth needs this sh--?
Dark Goddess Tarot--Six of Fire--Epona--sometimes it takes a herd
I have an altar
in non-ordinary reality.
All my mundane household gods
nestle here in their nichos.
I bring them offerings
of birdsfoot violets, dried immortelle,
Kwan Yin, Hecate,
the Black Madonnas of the world.
We speak only in Urdu.
Dark Goddess Tarot--V--The Heirophant--Cybele--Look for ways to elevate the mundane in your daily tasks.
|Smoke, No Fire
The magnolias bloomed last night.
It is a green amphetamine.
A sticky drizzle of scent,
Sweat, tears, semen.
It's musky, muted sweetness
melts into hot skin.
Leaves unfold, white petals unfurl,
then the low hissing of honeybees,
a mist of sacred incense.
dark Goddess Tarot---Six of Water---Tefnut--Renewal starts with simple pleasures
The goddess Fortuna
cares not for arete or cnota.
Her angst is not soothed
with consolations of philosophy.
She spins her wheel.
Today, the low are high,
tomorrow the tale changes.
So we ride life's vinyl groove
to our final fate.
The needle sticks,
arete--Greek for excellence cnota--Polish for virtue
Dark Goddess Tarot--X--Fortuna--take the ride for all it's worth
|Hurricane Honey Spell
On a cloudy day
find a black mangrove tree.
They live at the border
of mud and blue sea.
Scrape its excreted salt
from the leaves
and with gravity
stir into some honey.
Thank Grandfather Tree.
Remember the storm's
shattered windows, rattled doors,
roofs laid bare.
Recall morning bird song.
Thank Grandmother Sky.
Stir in some saffron threads
to electrify the mix.
Pray for Puerto Rico.
Dark Goddess Tarot--Seven of Fire--Durga--different fights require different weapons
Coatlicue is a crooked grandmother
with low hanging flabby breasts
and a skirt of serpents.
She will not stitch closed
the hole in the sky.
She will not return
the lost bees, flowers and whales.
She may be wise
but will not save us.
Her cycles of time are etched in blood.
The world has not yet exploded.
Get on with it and save yourself.
Buy seeds, offer tobacco.
Make something beautiful happen
XXI--Dark Goddess Tarot--Coatlicue
the World---you are more capable than you imagine
My mother's brother ran the numbers.
His never hit.
We had a three story house with a stoop.
He lived on the second floor
in a room littered with
white paper strips.
The woman who rented the third floor
had a ouija board.
The planchette would glide across the surface.
How many children would I have?
In winter my mother strung seven lines
in the cellar to hang the baby's diapers.
She always smelled of Clorox and Tide.
She didn't play the numbers.
But in summer, after the streetlights blinked on
we all played Crazy Eights.
She passed forty years ago.
She liked the Ace of Hearts.
Dark Goddess Tarot--Ace of Air--Nemesis--be honest with your word.
I was nine
when 13 Ghosts
came to the movies.
I wore a pink plastic headband
to hold back my curls.
My confirmation dress was satin
with blue and yellow flowers.
You had to wear special glasses
with red and blue lenses
to see the ghosts.
The movie didn't scare me.
I was afraid of the man
in the aisle.
He said he'd give me money
if I sat on his lap.
I stopped going
to the movies alone.
I still see ghosts.
Dark Goddess Tarot--Witch of Fire--CERRIDWEN--Craft anew with the bones of the old
Allfather who art in heaven,
hallowed be this hump day.
The wreckage of the week
awaits the weekend's siren call.
They say you are a god
of poetry and magick.
Please send me some fragments of both.
I am sorry your good eye remains swollen.
Do you still cry salty tears?
Dark Goddess Tarot-I--ISIS--Magician---see what needs to be seen, do what needs to be done